Email Address. LYRICS. an account. Vagabond dreamin takes me through the night sippin whiskey by the river living out of sightOne hundred miles an hour in the fast lane One hundred miles an hour toward the light. And it hurts. Be good to your mothers, they did the best they could.Bleed for your brothers, lord know that they would. Go to sleep when the sun comes up now on this deadbeat town. And I spend all my days drinkingSo I don’t have to spend them thinkingAnd I know that I wont last long this way. Create You can’t go on living life hiding behind fearAll the thoughts in my fucked up head are finally coming clearCan I hold you, can I hold you to that. What can I tell you at the end of a line?How could I tell, you said it at the same time.Call my bluff and draw your gun, I have always known I’d knew the person who’d kill meAs the sea reflects the sun, seems we’ve heard the last of that Cherokee drum. Thank you! Locked up all your windows and bolted all your doors And I’ve had some trouble listening my ears are glued to the floorAnd oh no you wont see me again, least a year or moreSaid my bags are all packed and my shoes are by the back doorYes my bags are all packed and my shoes are by the back door. Asking for forgiveness oh forgive me for my faults And I hope you never get this but I sent it to your doorAnd I’ve crossed that Mississippi at least three times beforeOh no without your love I can’t go back there no moreSaid oh no without your love I can’t go back there no more. All of the times, you’ve tried and failedThey hurt like hell, deep inside but you kept your pride, said you did not care. interesting and valuable. In the night while my body slept in my bedmy mind was running through the woods insteadOne hundred miles an hour in the fast lane One hundred miles an hour in my head. She was standing smiling, his heart was wilingOh what perfect timing, no time for hidingThe words he couldn’t find em, so he just said “Hi”I’ll treat you right, I’ll be polite, most every night, make you my wifeYou’ll look so good in whiteJust wonderin, what I could say to make you mine! What do you say we pack the car and get behind the wheelAll we have to do is drive and let the feeling steerCan I hold you, can I hold you to that. Or you let me know you’re mine. Tastes like candy and cigarettes And at that point, I hadn’t tasted anything better yet Got that love that can make a man Got those eyes that make a man forget. Going to the country, get a little lonely in my mindFeelin kinda funky, need to find peace among the pinesNo I’m not a junky, but I get high from time to timeNo I’m not a junky, but I get high and bide my time, Going to the country, pull my hat down off the shelfNeed a little something, that I can hold all to myselfHear a little thunder, guess it’s time we bid farewellHear a little thunder, chase it like a dog I think I will, And it’s clear that you can’t see, you were wrong sometimesAnd it’s clear that you can’t see, you were wrong sometimes, Going to the country, a couple of acres and a beat up FordDo a little running, reminisce and let the day unfoldCouldn’t get what I wanted, so I cut out down a long dirt roadFinally knew what I wanted, hey darling think I’m almost gone, And it’s clear that you can’t see, you were wrong sometimesAnd it’s clear that you can’t see, you were wrong sometimesAnd it’s clear that you can’t see, you were wrong sometimesAnd baby it’s clear that you can’t see, you were wrong sometimes, You feel like a fool when you’re happy snap your fingers along to your favorite songYou look so cool when you do that, feels so good you can’t do no wrongWe hate the law, we hate those rules they made for usWe bent them all, ‘cause breaking rules is still so cool to us, Spent last fall picking apples, off of the tree and into the barnReminded me of picking apples, you fell out of the tree and into my armsWe hate the law, we hate those rules they made for usWe bent them all, ‘cause breaking rules is still so cool to us, You know last Christmas, I shoulda kissed youAnd I was so afraid for the longest time babe that I’d missed youWe hate the law, we hate those rules they made for usWe bent them all, ‘cause breakin rules is just so cool to us. by our users: Please, do not delete tags "[e=***][/e]", because they responsible for I was always born to run, got a heart shaped like an apple in the middle of my chest.Call myself a good man’s son, swinging off the hinges trying to be one. SHOP ALL MERCH. Policeman in a Volvo said she didn’t callShe didn’t call home, and now she’s goneShe didn’t call home, didn’t leave a note.Somewhere in Nevada they said she drank the waterAnd now somebody’s daughter, is never coming homeAnd she didn’t leave a note. Know what this song is about? Thank you! And it hurts. contributions. BY & BY BOYS SELF-TITLED STORE CONTACT LISTEN . He wore his good shoes, now he’s walking them home with the homesick bluesFeeling like he fucked up, it’s all right he’ll get back up because he chooses to.His overcoat, speckled with snow he walks aloneJust then he turns his head and sees a girl of which they said the poets wrote. You know when I grow up, I’m gonna look back at the place I leftRollin the dice on the weekend, conversations and the company keptSmokin cigarettes behind the school with my best friendsI never will forget, I take that with me till the end Football and tall trees, the autumn never ends, summer lovin in. Don't understand the meaning of the song? BY & BY BOYS SELF-TITLED STORE CONTACT HOME TOUR ABOUT LYRICS. Well I found out yesterday, that I’m in loveAnd I don’t know what else to say, but thank you LordFor that sundress on that SaturdayWalking barefoot down the beachSmell of the rain up in the air, smell the flowers in her hairAnd I swear on my lifeIf you need a joke I’ll be there, If you need a smoke here take my spareI always thought that you were fine. And you can float on the wind for so long, but someday honey you’ve got to come back down.And when you do, I’ll be hangin around. Email Address. All of your life, you’ve been aloneAnd you have found that it takes timeTo heal the wounds of love, Don’t throw your heart out babyYou’re good for another round, All the things you’ve tried, and you’re no goodYou’ve got a lot on your mind; you’re so misunderstood. between the lines to you? Ask us or our community about the part of the song that interests you, We will try to respond as soon as possible. Walk on down to the store for a fresh pack of smokes I hear them laughing, snickering, telling their jokesI couldn’t care less about whatever it is you sayDon’t need to whisper when you talk cause I can hear you from a mile away. Highlight lyrics and request an explanation. City keeps telling me that I been lookin shitty Hitting too much coke and whiskey I guess I’ll drink myself to death. Lyrics taken from And I’m no John Henry I do my bestWith this guitar strapped to my back child I’m headed west. You’ve stolen and wasted all my time, time, timeOh I hope you never get this. He went insane; oh the thought of her tortured his brainSo he retraced his steps so he would not forget where she’d beenBut she was gone, just the scent of her lingered onSo he lived all of his days with his head stuck in a maze half stoned. Share your meaning with community, make it Also we collected some tips and tricks for you: Follow these rules and your meaning will be published. Walk away from my grave with these boots still onLord a soul needs savin’ so I grab my gun, so I grab my gun.And I’m no John Henry I do my bestWith this guitar strapped to my back child, I’m headed west. And my best guess, is too far offAnd in my chest, the rhythms’ gone And all of the rest, falls to the side, I sit alone in an empty houseWriting notes while im thinking boutThe few folks, I didn’t let down. Come alive in the moonlight mama when that sun goes down. Somebody save us somebody save our shipSomewhere off of the coast out in the AtlanticAnd assure yourself my friends we cannot quit this nowThe ship is gone and I think its time we swam, Somebody save us somebody get here quickSend the coast guard, the navy, and the fishermanAnd assure yourself my friends that we are shit outta luckSleepin at the bottom of the ocean, sinking slowFeel the pull and the motion of things you think you know, Wait, it’s okHaven’t we been here before, haven’t we been here before?And I said “Hey, what’s your name?”We can swim right back into shoreKicking is what these feet are for. Hey, click the icon to check the status of your Describe what artist is trying to say in a certain line, whether Sold my new pair of shoes down the river for goldKnock, knock, knock at the door but Misters’ not homeOut in the desert my lady left years agoShe took all my money and spent it on flesh and bone. Pushed off the beaches knowing all too wellThere were cracks in the wood, and tissue paper sailsThe storm came on a run; we knew that we were doneSat there laughing at the situation. Oh settle down my friends, to kill a mockingbirds a sin I have lost and found, and lost it all again. See the curve in that river's bendI look at you and I see my friend One hundred miles an hour in the fast lane One hundred miles an hour till the end. Watch official video, print or download text in PDF. I drink coffee while she’s hangin lights, up on the Christmas treeI’m not so lonely on those cold nights, now that she’s holdin me. Remember we were ridin' in your car / Not thinking about much, didn’t get too far Hey Joe I know you’re workin on your college fundSaving up to chase women in the college sunI hope you really make it, hope you be someoneBut you’re scared of the dark I don’t care where you’re from, Hey Joe get a case of chevys gonna sip someDrop a line on top the levy, maybe burn oneAnd I know you like the women with their skin in the sunBut you’re scared of the dark I don’t care where you’re from, It’s OK Joe, it’s been a long dayAnd it’s not your faultSome of this work just ain’t gonna get done, Hey Joe it’s picture perfect then it spins roundPolka-dots up on your curtains on the floor nowAnd I know you don’t deserve to be let downGotta stay out of the dark , but you don’t know how. Common man, six foot tall he standsWaiting on his date for some company party in FranceAnd she’s late, the boss man said “a quarter till eight”And as nine rolled around at his watch he’s looking down, the ticking fate.Oh the funny thing about love is it makes you wait. Original lyrics of Books song by Caamp. I’m going to San Francisco, I'm going to San Francisco today I’m going to San Francisco, I’m going to San Francisco to stay. The line was tight, The time was right, To hit the road, Come on let’s goShe’s living nice, she’s living right there on the coastJust wonderin, is this the way things go?
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